The Half-Breed Assassin (Draft)

Draft

Prologue

Once upon a time…
It doesn’t seem so long ago…
But lots of fairy tales seem to think that it is…
But this is no fairy tale…
There’s no happy ending for everyone…
There’s no castle…
There’s no sunshine and happiness…

This story is a horror story, with monsters, death, pain, fire and…
Love…

In this tale there is always war. Everyone knows how to defend themselves. It’s a war that’s been going on for centuries…
It’s a war between two different species. Two different types of monsters. Two alpha families.

Vampires and Lycans…

Where do I lie in this war you ask?

Nowhere.

I’m a loner.
I am not wanted… not yet anyway…
I’m a trained assassin.
I kill.

Why aren’t I part of the war you’re asking?

I’ll tell you that soon. First you need to know my background. My past. Which I’m gonna tell you now.

But prepare yourself. This isn’t a fairy tale…

My name is Casey Underwood.
And this is my horror story

Chapter 1

I was ten at the time my village was attacked. But before that happened I was living a normal life. My parents were amazing, my mother Caroline Underwood, was beautiful with the same long black hair I have and clear blue eyes, a long straight nose and full lips and a curvy hourglass figure that shook most men to their knees, my father including. Edward Underwood, my father, was extremely handsome, he was tall, muscular, had a strong jawline, full lips and a crooked nose that looks like it’s been broken a few times, but the thing that stood out the most about my father was his eyes… they were the most beautiful shade of scarlet, it looked like molten rock. Those are the same eyes I have inherited.  I loved my parents and my little five year old brother. I always played with him, we used to play hide and seek in the house and believe it or not he always won.  I was always happy and innocent and the best thing of all… I was loved…

On the night of my tenth birthday my family and I were having dinner and I was just about to blow out the ten candles, when there was a massive explosion and a loud bang. I was thrown against the wall by the force of the explosion and the impact surely gave me a concussion. As I shakily got up I saw something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. There on the ground with a piece of wood sticking through his abdomen was my little brother, my best friend. I ran to him ,crying, when I was a child I never cried for anything, when I was hurt I sucked it up and when I was punished I understood and took it with no complaint, but that night I cried until I had no more tears to cry. Another thing I realised when I finally stepped away from my brother’s corpse was that my parents were gone. I went through the huge hole in the wall and looked around and there I saw yet another thing that haunted my nightmares from that night on. There hanging from the tree, the tree I always climbed in to hide from my dad when he was chasing me to tickle me as the tickle monster, was my beautiful mother with a long gash on her throat where blood was pouring out, her clear blue eyes were open and were looking right at me, their colour was draining, turning from a blue to a grey. She said one word that made my blood turn icy and the hair on my neck stand up. “Run”. I complied. I ran as if my life depended on it, which it did.

I ran into the woods that surrounded my once safe home. I ran and ran and ran. I ran while tears streamed down my cheeks, I ran for the fear that whatever killed my family would kill me too, but I sometimes wish that it did, and I ran because I knew that waiting around wouldn’t help me .I ran until I stumbled onto a dirt road. I was exhausted, I was so exhausted that I did not see the big rock in front of me until I fell over it and knocked my head. My vision blurred and black started creeping in from the sides of my eyes. Only moments later I blacked out.